Monday, August 31, 2009

Punky and the Kennedy's

I PROMISE I’m not turning into a stalker…but how can you just NOT love it all?? I mean really….I’m pretty sure at any moment Soleil and I could be exchanging phone numbers…even if it’s just to text each other.
She just hit a million followers on Twitter…so wanted to do a ustream video to say thanks…and cause she’s the cutest thing ever…she got dressed up as Punky Brewster. Which, umm..,good to know those items can still be found and I need to start hunting for them for the next dress up party.
ANYWAYS…at the end she was doing some shout outs to her fans…and of COURSE who was one of them??? Yours truly!!! She even skipped some others and read mine...and I'm pretty sure there was little bit of extra inflection…cause she loves me so.

Fyi- I don’t care if you’re tired of hearing about my Hollywood bff. Let me have my thing.



Now, back to DC…just one more thing…and then the next post will be of my FAVORITE pics of Holly. Cause she’s so freaking funny and is not afraid to take funny pics. Me, on the other hand, avoided the front side of the camera as much as possible so there’s very little evidence of my existence in DC.





ANYWAYS…another one of my most favorite things we did was the VERY first night in DC. We got to go see The Color Purple…AT the Kennedy Center…WITH Fantastia! (she was an American Idol winner for my foreign friends!) Isn’t that total fantabulousness? Love love loved it! I mean, even just the overall concept of being at Kennedy Center was freakin fabulous. Our seats were WAAAAY at the top of the third tier balcony but it was fantastic nonetheless.

It was red carpet and giant chandeliers everywhere. Totally gaudy and beautiful all at the same time. And of course you can’t leave out the giant bust of JFK.


I think it would take months, if not years, to see and do everything there is in D.C. *sigh* ...maybe I really should move there.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Dream Continues...

Today is the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s I HAVE A DREAM speech, so I decided that it needed to be acknowledged and what more perfect timing than during my DC trip synopsis.
Honestly, out of all the sites, the Lincoln Memorial was my favorite. I don’t really know why. It wasn’t at the top of my list of Must-See’s. Holly and I didn’t have a specific purpose of going to that site like some of the others. But when we got there, it really just seemed to be THE most peaceful place in all of DC. I could have stayed there for hours. (actually, I think we did…partly because of the peacefulness, partly because of PURE exhaustion!)

We sat at the bottom of the Memorial for a very long time just watching people. I loved every minute and got teary several times when I thought about the aspect of history that particular place represented. I teared up watching an African American high school choir come up and have their picture taken on the steps. I loved watching a group of boys of different races and cultures (some in their kippahs–the little round hats Jewish boys wear) doing tricks on their skateboards. I watched people from different nations who had come on their vacations, and wondered if they also comprehended the significance and importance of that place.











I loved walking up the stairs and staring at the statue of Lincoln, contemplating how much one man changed the destiny of our nation and the burden that he carried on his shoulders. I stood in the spot Dr. King stood while giving his speech and got teary as I envisioned thousands and thousands of people standing there listening, wanting, hoping, and praying in desperation that the words he was speaking out would someday come true.














I know we’ve heard excerpts thousands of times and can probably quote parts of it ourselves. But I reread the speech again today, and was overcome with emotions as I thought about how our nation is still struggling with remnants of racism and the extremes into which we’ve swung. We may have made great strides these last 46 years, especially in the areas regarding the atrocity of segregation, but we still have far to go in finding the balance. Dr. King said it perfectly when he stated, “I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
I hope you stop and read it again too.




I Have A Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Thursday, August 27, 2009

You say potato...

Holly and I are Livin-on-a-Budget-Kind-of-Girls…so we tried to make this trip as cheap as possible. And ummmmm….ya. DC is a freakin expensive city.

Ok, so I’ll skip all the details leading up to this, but it’s down to the wire and Holly and I still don’t have a hotel room. We’re trying to use Priceline but they’re all high maintenance on when and how you can bid and blah blah blah…so it was taking forever because they wouldn't play nice with us.

On the day that we basically HAD to have a hotel I scour the internet looking for functional deals. Now, here’s where I admit my pure and total creepiness. Which, I think I’ve admitted before…but unless you really know me, you have NO IDEA how extreme I am. I am insane people. I fully, truly get that. But you know, God likes me that way.

So I’m REALLY particular about names. NAMES are IMPORTANT. The meaning of names are EXTREMELY important. God thinks they’re important…and therefore….so does Jenn. ESPECIALLY when it comes to false gods-I don’t participate unless I absolutely positively have too. So no pandora radio…no venus razors…etc. etc. Now, this can be very tricky when everything in DC seems to be connected to Egypt or Greece. Bleh!

Ok, so this one particular hotel kept coming up in my search, advertising a fairly good deal…but I kept ignoring it. BECAUSE…it’s called Hotel Helix. Now, I AM blonde…in high altitude. I see Helix and immediately associate it to helios….which is a sun god…and one that I have a strong particular aversion too.
Now, if you paid more attention in school than I did….you would know that helix is actually connected to DNA. It’s like the DNA strand or whatever. But I didn’t know this during the day as I was searching.

So Holly eventually gets on the phone…and we’re both searching the net. She sees the hotel and mentions it. A discussion begins in which she points out my insanity…and after some google research I decide it's not nearly the creepy false worship I have assumed it is, and we go check out their website.

Ohmygoodness. We fall in love INSTANTLY. It’s a boutique hotel...all retro and fun...AND it’s in the area we want. BUT- the price was about $10-15 more a night than what we were hoping to get by bidding on priceline. So we debate about it FOREVER. And the more we look at their site the more we fall in love...but we’re trying not to get attached...but we are. BUT…money issues really kind of win out. So this is what I say, “Ok, we’re going to go bid ONE more time on priceline…and we’re going to be very specific about the location and stars…no more playing around. If they accept our offer, that’s that. But if they don’t…we’ll get this deal for Hotel Helix”
Holly agrees…and I instantly start entering in the info. But Holly is still looking at the pics and basically starts to say- “No, let’s just get this hotel- it’s too fabulous” BUT I had just hit SUBMIT!

So we just sit there…all crazy anxious waiting for priceline to decide whether or not they’ll accept our cheapy offer.

And THEN…

They do. And I tell Holly.

And our hearts sink.

Cause even though we’re being financially responsible…we had stared at the Hotel Helix site too long and got all attached.

And then I look. And realize….the hotel that accepted our priceline offer…
was the Hotel Helix.

Isn’t that crazy???
We totally started laughing, screaming, and crying.
Really…it was just SUCH confirmation that God was taking care of us.

And the hotel was SO fun! Not exactly what we expected...but totally fabulous.



The Lounge/Restaraunt area...that glows at night...and where they have Champagne Bubbly Hour every evening and you can come down and hang out and get free bubbly!












Our room!






Ken and Barbie pics...



Ummmm....hello...lime green mini bar...how can you NOT love???

The bathroom...


Thursday, August 20, 2009

I am SUCH a blonde sometimes...

Ya, ya, ya. I know. August is quickly leaving. But I’m not going back on my promise. I just couldn’t find my camera cord to share with everyone my fantastical pictures, so I kept putting blogging off. I HAVE now located the missing cord & will start my updating soon. But I had to share my funny story from last night.

Ok, so on Monday, my Internet sales guy Nick called & left a message on my vm “just to check on how things were going”. I go home that night…& the internet wasn’t working! Monday & Tuesday were crazy days so I didn’t get to call tech support to find out what’s going on. Finally on Wednesday I was able to call. UNfortunately, it was after hours…& I was transferred overseas. Now, we all know I LOVE other cultures. But dealing in long distance phone calls w/English as a 2nd language & trying to talk about technical issues is NOT something I love. The girl did her best but was struggling, & I ended up coaching her more in English words & definitions than actually talking about my internet. (I do think she now understand the difference in Zip codes vs Area Codes, so that's a plus) She tried to just send out a tech guy the next day…but said there was something weird w/my account & couldn’t & that I just needed to call back tomorrow. Ugh.

So my ubberly fantastic resource skills go to work. First, I call Nick the sales guy. Now, you have to know that I totally heart Nick & he’s one of the funniest guys I’ve met…even though I’ve only spoken to him 2-3x…but those were some HIGHLY entertaining moments! So I leave a voicemail for him stating that it was QUITE the coincidence that as soon as he calls to check on me- suddenly my internet goes out. I told him that I smelled sabotage.

THEN…I turn to my bff Twitter. (via an Unsecure connection I located in the corner of my apt) Now from several other past experiences I know if I mention certain places/companies I’ll come up in their search & maybe I’ll get some help that way. So I tweet that I’m not so happy w/my Internet peeps. And sure enough, within 5 minutes I’m being followed by my company asking how they can help. Now I’m feeling quite proud of my pure & total ingeniousness and apparently stop thinking about the overall big picture of what's happening. I Direct Message my info back & forth w/them…cause I want to be all safe with my info and not just use the reply's and make it all public. They look up my stuff, & give me a call on my cell. The guy walks me through some stuff & then tells me he’s going to have a guy from Tech Support call me in a few. I am happy & content & hang up.

About 20 minutes later my phone rings again…& it’s another Internet guy trying to figure out the issue. Now, I’m STILL all excited that I’m actually getting help. We blah blah blah. The guy says he is going to have to send someone out to my house & then starts rattling off my address. And suddenly…it ALL hits me. I am INSANE!!! How did I KNOW they were really my Internet people? They were contacting ME. It could easily be some creeper in a surveillance van down by the river…and they could be on their way to hack me up in my sleep.

So I kinda start panicking…& wondering if I should hang up…or stay on the line or what. So as I’m talking to the now only maybe “Internet” guy…I start searching around. I go back to the Twitter page & study it carefully, hoping to be able to figure out if it’s legit or not. I then typed the number he was calling me from in Google…only to come up w/pages of people who got a call from the same number & suspecting they’re weren’t REALLY from that company. So then I’M REALLY panicking & of course SWEAR I can hear clicks on the phone which immediately convince me they’re taping my line…& they’re going to steal my identity…& they’re going to hack me up in my sleep. OY VEY!

Course I must say that the guy on the phone was really nice, & didn’t SEEM stalkerish. He said a tech guy would come see me in the a.m. & gave me a ticket reference number. Which of COURSE I wrote down. (I’ve never written down a confirmation number in my whole life!) He hangs up…& I debate if I should immediately make out my will…or find a secured phone line & switch all credit cards & banks.

Instead…I calmly get a hold of my internet provider a different way…& tell them I wanted to make sure the previous stuff was legit & I wasn’t talking to creepy stalkers. They guy laughed at me & assured me that it was in fact them…and all the notes were in my account…and they were sending a real guy out in the morning.

I am such a nut. But I will, in fact, be a little more cautious when handing out info over this here ‘net.

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